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Tempest, Claire, and Leona: triplets blessed—or cursed—with a different additional experience they'd each one deny, given the opportunity . . . Tempest used to be born with the uncanny skill to benefit every little thing approximately an object—or even a person—just by way of the contact of her bare fingers. yet she understands this reward comes at a value, so she protects herself via holding these she loves at a distance, but if a sinister enemy threatens all that she holds pricey, Tempest is compelled to arrive out to Marcus Greystone, who she as soon as touched willingly . . . and with passionate abandon. Marcus hasn't ever forgotten the sensuous evening he and Tempest shared—before she left his mattress with no notice. Now that she wishes his aid, Marcus isn't really letting her pass simply. it truly is his probability to teach Tempest that his contact may also electrify. yet a meeting typhoon of violence is following Tempest, and a killer waits to get his palms on her . . .

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Tempest managed as she backed up a step. His taste remained on her lips, in her body; memories sprang to life, the way he’d cupped her breast, that primitive demand to match her own. She’d wanted to devour him and had found herself caught in her own hungry trap. “A one-night stand with a woman who ran out on me? No, probably not. ” “You watched me? ” Marcus leaned back against the quartz countertop of a credenza. Though his posture was casual, those big lean hands gripped it tightly, the knuckles showing through.

He also noted the lightweight basic black dress and pumps that would blend in anywhere. The lady was a chameleon, and he’d caught her. “No. The belt. ” Tempest smiled sweetly up at him as she removed her belt and handed it to him. ” For the first time, Marcus’s smile lit his eyes. “I’ll bet. Let me know if you need anything. ” Marcus leaned down to her, and his finger slid down her cheek. Then he turned and walked away from her toward what appeared to be his office. Tempest leaned down to study the brooch.

I contacted some of the collectors you had questioned. You just didn’t contact the right one. I did. But they all said you were determined—almost obsessed—to get it. The question is why. ” Her fists curled at her side, her body tensed as if she would attack him. ” Marcus smiled and walked into the kitchen, aware that Tempest was right behind him. Some dark part of him wanted her to attack him—because he was more than ready. Her finger jabbed his back. ” He turned slowly and icy gray eyes stared down at her.